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Details | Verse |

Still in love,
with his eyes, he asks
(as the moon asks the earth)
for a dance, spinning
to music only we can hear. 
Two become one in song,
as in the infancy of marriage -
newlyweds who danced, all for love.

With his eyes, he asks
(as the river asks the grass)
for a hand to hold, swaying
side-by-side over ages 
of profuse weeds thick with lace,
and the sunflowers nearby droop 
late in season, heavy with seed. 
Before first snow, it is time 
to teach our children to dance.
Love, we have learned, will carry on. 

Still in love,
with my heart, I reply
(as the cherry blossoms answer the wind)
in a twirl of my floral skirt, growing
young again with a twinkle of hazel 
skies shone bright in my eyes 
and in a familiar smile. 
He feels my warmth without seeing my face,
our union completed without words.

And so, we dance 
from wedding day kiss and
one day, into bliss of heavenly light 
(as the universe dances, eternally).
I write him a poem to thank him
for creating music with his love,
only our feet recognize.
Still joined in life, souls flow 
through green, through our limbs, 
down into our roots -
a dance to last through sun and storm,
feet in time forevermore,
all because he asked,
and still, I love him.

  
Written 3/25/17    

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2017




Details | Verse |
See it there in virgin perfection. Open its pages. They are so white that they radiate light. See the magic pen sitting by the book meant just for two. Each of you - together - Reflect the pages’ light! Then with the pen, you may write your beautiful life, for this is the Book of Love. March 31, 2017 for the Book of Love Contest of Rick Parise

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
With my soul at peace and my thoughts at rest,
standing in this winter wilderness,
I whisper words of heartfelt bliss.

Come with me and walk this path.
Together we tread against the freeze,
and find the warmth of tender grasp.

My devoted being shall forever be,
a place of strength against chilled winds,
a brilliant light only you have seen.

Our lives have met in this quiet space.
Let sky meet land and rivers merge.
Forever, harmony I long to taste.

We have summoned light from darkest days.
Heat returns to melt still ice.
Each day length now brings stronger rays.

The deepest snows cannot hide the facts.
Beneath these layers life holds fast.
Newfound joys spring from bleakest past.

Let's rebuild life from broken dreams,
Where life restarts with each new spring,
the snows will melt to feed fresh streams.

Like this land, my passion runs free.
Walls have come down with earnest words.
My unblinded eyes now see.

I ask for your hand without ounce of gold,
or shiny stones dug from filthy earth.
My eternal love cannot be bought or sold.

Under peaks reborn of volcanic scars,
In night's serene and  starkest silence,
I pledge love to outlast the multitude of stars.

Solitude I turn from on this ride.
Today and tomorrow let's walk in stride.
Promise to be my utopian bride.

Copyright © Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
immediate
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this 
instant she
remained
taking form
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.


Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
11-04-2014

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Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily 
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
Tantalizing him
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
His treat
And leans back and sighs 
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy

Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With her little bedroom games
And trips into fantasy

Another day
He lies back in the
Exhaustion of fulfillment
About to close his eyes
When he hears her weeping
Trying to stifle her sobs

Should he pretend he doesn’t hear?
He is so tired
She quiets down
And before sleep claims him
He hears her whisper
“When you make love to me
That’s the only time
The only time….
You really SEE me
For those few moments
I feel that your world revolves around me
That you NEED me
To be fulfilled
The only time
You're the man you used to be
The one dying to possess me
And so I prostitute my love for you…
Hoping in these moments
To feel…..alive”

Before he can respond
She's gone
And he looks up at the ceiling and wonders
How life has changed him
His other friends complain
About their frigid wives and dull lives
So unlike his
He is fortunate
And yet…
He remains in bed
Staring at the ceiling

She cries softly on the couch
Feeling broken, used
Just a receptacle for his need
While she remains empty
She fingers her phone
Thinking of the invitation there
Very casual
A shared cup of coffee
Nothing more, and yet
She reads the real invitation
In the depth of his eyes
When he looks at her
She wipes her tears as she thinks of fidelity and promises…

He walks into the living room
Suddenly shy
She tries to cover her body
With her red see through lingerie
Her black hair covering her mascara streaked eyes

He kneels down in front of her
Pushing away her hair
His eyes searching hers
And holding them for a moment
Tilting her chin up, his lips cover hers
With a gentle longing
She gasps for breath
Shocked at the tears gathering in his eyes
His voice barely reaches her ears…
“Will you be my wife?”
She tries to draw him to her
But he takes a hold of her outstretched hand
And helps her to her feet
Gently leading her to the bedroom

And night turns to day
As he makes love to his wife
Satiating her soul
Realizing her every fantasy
He says all the things he’s felt, but never said
As he ravishes her…
His woman, his bride, his wife

The mid-morning sun
Caresses her face
And she awakens
To find herself
Where she’s always longed to be…
Nestled safely
In her husband's arms

E Ghali
05/20/03

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Today’s wind shifts too fast like a tangle of invisible lint…perhaps dust, quivering unto fissure of grass where my heart scrapes, as if the air denies unanswered questions so blatantly howling about a litany's crushed promise. Wired thoughts rip my tulip bouquet now strewn on the wayside of angst: how mute hymns from an aborted vow silences a decorated aisle on this day, this fateful day. I turn celibate much like a virgin nun, in front of an altar… half-empty now, that my pain grates the most benevolent of flowers, chafed by a drooping night that has no syllable for me…for on this day, a deserted betrothal leaves me hanging , hanging on a church loft. i’ll never know the why of an insidious choice; except in his runaway scheme,my eyes grow blank…tweezed iodized entombed. Somehow, it is freezing now; a candle in prayer burns an espousal gown; i have never heard a more immense cold than this. ---------------- 4/27/2016 Free Verse Contest for Charlotte Puddifoot

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Decades stretched a cord, across years, up the stairs, and around chairs coiling beyond the door of one small room, groomed by the sun, of a Saturday afternoon... I am floating on a sea of a hardwood floor Prone, on my back, upon a lavender rug Examining the nail of my left hand thumb with a phone at my ear, a smile on my face while you've glady expressed, how you've aced an exam I confess how I've missed holding your hand only linked to your kiss, by a small ivory phone With a ring on my finger, to bind young love Blinded in the eyes, from an innocent throne Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold There was a cake on order, and a brand new world You were glued to my ear, I was wrapped by a cord that tugged on the wall, with long-distance words Light from the yard is scored by the blinds but, there on the floor, prone on my back, I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives Linked to your voice, where a future was wound Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood, I had a pillow of shag, of that lavender rug The days would stretch shorter and our vows, on hold till the cord became stronger, watching years unfold
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Spring comes, cool breeze flow conveying the message of peace with a pleasant and perfumed blow. Flowers blossom with redolent fumes. Butterflies worried for their marriage inviting friends,with paused tune. Linda, Sandra dress up nice, Jean, James come with smile, Andrea, Anne please come in time, Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile. Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy the decoration arranged by spring the fragrance, main dish of party served by pleasant wind. Come with me to bless the couples. Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms. Grass hoppers are there to welcome us, with melodious tune. As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong wearing emerald crown. To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface with carpet of grass, mild golden green. I know, you all came with gift to show your stardom. Don't worry, I am here please handed it over to me without any confusion. =================================== Written on 29th April, 2016

Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Yesterday sent its regards in a farewell
letter, 
A gesture of fate intact, sealed for the 
departed,
Or better yet, the progressive harmonies
of God, such as we are. 

It was perhaps the plot of the universe, 
When we slept in yesterday’s hands, 
And I asked you the question of 
continuation, 
In hopes of fading away mutually, after one
last bloom. 

Heaven must have spied on my everlasting 
request, 
Because with your pearl vision directed 
towards me, 
And your soft veil of ebony near me, 
You agreed, with no hold of hesitation. 

So under the chapel’s protection is where 
we coast now, 
And a road less traveled is scattered with 
our footprints;
While I did lead with company, along this aisle 
of anticipation, 
The stares of 1000 miles did not present themselves, 
Until your walk was introduced, thereby polishing 
this floor into glory. 

As I stood in the patience of joy, a distance was 
illustrated between us, 
You pressed forward and this negative space lost
its existence; 
As you approached with the tranquil touch of 
summer, 
My nerves fell sober, and I knew that which was 
parallel before me was art, 
The speechless beauty, I favored in sight. 

The preacher spoke a traditional verse, as our 
eyes locked in perfect reflection; 
Declared through spoken word, was the 
confirmation of our ribbon in the sky, 
Crowned upon your precious finger was the 
weight of symbolism, 
Silently glowing through the everglades; 
With no restriction, we explored the middle 
ground in unison.

We exited through the heart of the sun, cherishing
the unfamiliar heat; 
It appears that life’s divine notary has signed off 
on the greatest equation ever solved, 
May our souls forever write in this blessed ink.  

Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
A whirlwind romance, so many feelings…
Dancing around my heart, so thrilling.
I said “I love you” first and felt a little vulnerable…
Finally, he said it too and I felt incredible.

We held hands every night, kissed and whispered…
All about our thoughts and  passions, ideas and inspirations.
I began to feel a part of me was missing without him….
And he said he felt the same way I did, fully content with me.

A million words later, past the first of the “I love you’s”….
We began to bring up the bigger questions, the kids and houses.
I told him I would be happy with three and he said one would do…
But slowly we decided on two, the perfect number for a family.

We became so close it felt like I was undressed in his sight…
Even when I was fully clothed and closing in on a fight.
The mutual trust, the bond, the feelings that corresponded…
All a part of the relationship we had grown into something special.

He said, though, that he was sure he didn’t want to marry…
I felt a little like the first girl who had ever been told this detail.
Two months into the relationship, though, he got down on his knee…
Gave me a hopeful look and spoke the words I’d been hoping to hear.

Will you marry me? He said it with a smile into my eyes.
I looked back and responded quickly,… “yes” …
This would be the beginning of a long and lasting love…
A true joy, hope and faithful love that had been sent from above.

Will You Marry Me? - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Judy Konos

Copyright © Regina Riddle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |
Song of a Warrior’s Bride

He counts on me for beauty:
His eyes blurred by bloody spurts of war,
Scarred by deadly blasts of bone
And tissue, his vision marred
By chunks of men that shook him down
Into the oozing mud of sorrow,
And unscrewed the sockets of his soul, 
Blasting windows that once shone luminous,
Into dark pools of madness, mocking 
The watch he had to keep that night. 
 
He stopped his ears against
The final cries of men turned babes,
Moaning for mama or a medic,
Gasping for a hand upon their head,
As prayers and curses were sucked
From bodies by the piercing blows
Of guns, while rockets puked
Hellish flames that blotted 
Out the stars, until darkness
Swelled into a symphony of pain,
And his heart choked with agonies 
He could not stop to heal.

I have learned to fasten his gaze
With the soft gauze of understanding, 
A fabric thrown across the room,
Rich with memories between us,
Like rose petals sweetening the air.
I can still delight his eyes and lure him
From the tangled jungle pits he digs
And show him patterns of new mercies,
That reveals the hidden weaver of our days,
The keeper of our steps upon this turf					
Of life, turned gentler now.

I drape and wrap, twist and thread
My warless arms around him,
Still fingering the loom of prayer.
Murmuring vows over his embattled brow,
I draw him underneath our tent, pitched 
In the heat of hard fought love.

Copyright © Mary Patricia Anthony | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
               


                " one piece of diamond ring,"    

                 leads to a milestone journey.   







Written by: AiyaH De Torres
Entry for :Just Ten Words Poetry Contest by nette onclaud
4/8/2014

** 6th place Winner**

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
It's so easy
to play the blame game
to be unrealistically expectant
to want perfection
It's so easy

It's easy
to want you to mold yourself
into my concept
of the ideal man
to fill in all the cracks
of what's broken in me
it's so easy

and yet
how often have I tried
heart and soul and mind
to be what you need 
how often have I failed 
to hold you together
and make you complete
that's not so easy
that's not so easy for me
to realize
to see

I hope I finally learn
perfection doesn't exist
there is no perfect spouse
there is no perfect love
because we are not perfect human beings
we are fallible
only God is infallible
only His love is unconditional
we are imperfect beings
in an imperfect world
loving imperfectly
and yet,
there is so much beauty
in the imperfection
of you and me!

Eileen



Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
He had a few drinks the night before,
enough to mistake the waiter for a door.
T'would help him remember
he thought to himself,
the fun to be had in the coming of day.
He'd married a Madame 
with her perfumes and pearls,
a painted smile
as he watched her walk
with first one foot 
and then the next,
stepping in time to his funeral march. 
They'd promised forever in those very same rooms,
with their sad yellow curtains and broken blooms.
This could have been a wedding
there were vows to make-
I, Harold, un-take June as my wife, 
for better, not worse,
for richer not poorer.
With his eyes on her profile
he thought to himself 
that she'd never looked more radiant
than she did today. 
A few odd words and then it was done, 
all i's were dotted 
and the t's crossed
to pronounce them completely 
un-manned and de-wifed. 
“Fancy some lunch at The Ritz, my love?"
“Alright then, darling. You drive.”

Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
This is a poem about the future I'd love to have with the boy of my dreams.
None of this has actually happened yet (besides us falling in love with eachother) but it's how I would like it to happen.

Once upon a time, I became the luckiest girl in the world. I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes, and he actually loved me back. He was like my prince, he treated me like his princess and would do anything for me. Today, we're united as King and Queen. It's been years, but walking down the aisle I'm still staring at the cutest, most perfect guy I've ever seen. When our lips finally meet after parting to say "I do", it tastes like Heaven.

Once upon a time, I married a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. And today, I saw those perfect blue eyes light up when he first held our little girl in his arms. She's got her Daddy's blue eyes and just a little bit of her Momma's brown hair. She's going to be spoiled and loved more than possible. She'll know we support her no matter what, and she can tell us everything. It will be perfect.

Once upon a time, one set of blue eyes became two, and we were made into a family. Now, that second pair of blue eyes is walking out the door to college, with a suitcase in one hand and a boy's hand in the other. He better love her and treat her just as well as her Daddy does.

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. His hair has dulled and grayed but his eyes are the same, and they've seen a lifetime's worth of happiness and love. My baby had babies with the boy she walked out the door with, and I can tell she loves them as much as we loved her. Now it's her time to live.

Copyright © Megan Devon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Right now I respect your needs
I respect your wishes
Even though they stab
Like shards of shattered glass
Shrapnel puncturing my heart
Uneven in my thoughts
Unable to think due to a lack
A lack of function in which
My mundane self became accustomed
Expecting your love
Which right now I  realize was
Disrespecting your love
Your love
Which is my life
Regardless of decisions made
Your love
Which is my life
Because of decisions made
Right now
You will be my wife until my dying day
I will fight for my life
Your love
I will go round after round
Take beating and punishment
Just for my life
Which, right now and always has been 
your love
Right now 
I really need you to know
Your love Is my life
The only life I really care to know
And right now
I feel my life, your love,
Is dying slow

Copyright © Shane Hart | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
 

The portrait of marriage a
Mosaic,
Made from hundreds of pieces, 
Large and small but all of the 
Same importance, 
Together put 
In 
A masterful way for the desired outcome 
To attain:  
The completion of the portrayal of  
A relationship, a life to last

Unfortunately,
No one has ever been blessed all 
Pieces to amass
As 
To perfection the given portrait to 
Produce
For 
Always some parts will be missing or 
Not the desired ones would be in the
Right place
Thus
The portrait never gets done to 
The artist’s complete satisfaction 
However, 
A good artist has to keep in mind the 
Essential parts
That 
Should never be missed from any mosaic
Of the sort:
Trust escorted by honesty
Selfishness coupled with admiration 
Sensuality tied with affection 
Love united with devotion 
And 
The X factor, that the majority never 
Under consideration takes: 
Synchronicity
For
Without it, all efforts will sooner or later,
Fail!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   08 OCTOBER 2014 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
       

Soulful eyes, warm pools of dark mystery framed by
shimmering cascades of gold, enthralled and beckoned
long before the first "Hello" led to marathon talks.

Smiling, moist, red lips lured and teased during chance 
meetings ages before slender, agile bodies merged in
explosive desire; before she gazed into his eyes and 
sang "We've Only Just Begun" and lovers in white lace 
and tuxedo said "I do" and honeymooned in Hawaii.
 
Year five--the dark eyes still beckon; the golden cascades 
still shine and flow; the lips--still pouty, teasing, and red--
whisper of love to him nightly.

Year ten--the golden waves are gone, replaced by the career 
woman's practical bob; the once-red and alluring lips, now 
often unenhanced, sweetly sing "Go to sleep, O my babies"
and describe her day. She speaks at him, eyes focused elsewhere.

He listens, his gaze directly on her, still enthralled with all 
that is her world, grieving the gradual diminishing of their 
world. Details of his day bounce off her retreating back. 
Still, his heart is warm; his eyes, on her.

At night he reaches for her, often seeing that her eyes are closed.

posted April 25, 2016

July 8, 2017, entered in Daniel Turner's The Eyes Have It Contest

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Lady, with blossom buds in thy hair....

   how fortuitous for me the day is sweeter 

   in the shade of your presence;

   what tall stock thy stem, and flowered

   your bulb of precious petals,

   crimson as the weeping rose....

Longing thy eyes, and bright with hope

   so quickly we became friends,

   laughed 'til after hours,

   deciding the fate of the world,

   holding hands in some cozy little cafe....

   pulling away....

   quick blush smiles,

   the patter of rain....

   two inflamed hearts....

But she wants to know what he wants....

   (he does not know) but has grown

   lost in her eyes, and her 'gentile' smile

   (he wanted her to be happy)....)

To adore her a little more,

   before she would leave and find Prince Charming....

But she said she was an ordinary woman,

   with ordinary needs....

   a flower among many, waiting

   for her little bumblebee;

He must take her pollen just so,

   and have none other in his flight....

   and rest so buzzing upon her feminine delights,

   and crawl gently into her heart

   the leap of a King....

   what a Queen to find ----

And educate the dark of his mind,

   she so easily (wonderfully)

   so displayed in the simplicity of a cafe,

That her one flower among numerous found,

   what a fate in the midst of romantic bloom....

   but I had flown no more (with broken wing)

   though buzzing, rested upon her soul

   (and poised an answer of a man with ordinary needs)

   (I, a little bumblebee....)

       

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
i sit here thinking about the days.
remembering the time we first met.
i was crying in the rain,
feeling the water and the pain. 
until you came, and wiped my tears away. 

you were like an angel in disguise, 
you never ever fail to make me smile, 
you were a stranger in my world, 
but you made me realize my worth 
when you touch my hand
i know that you understand. 

I feel so safe whenever i'm with you, 
the way you hug me tight when i feel blue. 
you are just like a dream come true. 
i wouldn't need anyone else but you. 
and from now on i offer you my heart.. 

so i thank you for coming into my life,
for bringing the sunshine and making me feel alive. 
you made my life complete, 
baby, you're all i need
you are my missing piece. 





PS:wrote this 2 years ago. i had this poem hidden and reserved for Mr. Right. :-)

Copyright © imee murillo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Tossing and turning not a wink of sleep in sight Visions of her beauty have me thinking all night Butterflies fluttering Churning deep inside Never fathom She'd be my bride She's the sunshine that falls gently upon my face The breeze through my window floating with grace The stars in the sky shining so bright warm hug at night holding me tight In just a few hours all dreams will come true as I give her that ring and we both say I do Staring from the window on the night before we wed Thinking of first moments Inhaling a deep breath Thinking of that smile which has captured my heart Thinking of his tender care A gentleman from the start Many years I've waited Just to watch him sleep Just to lay beside him Feel his toes slight-brush with my feet All my life I've waited for our dream to be At last Im gonna have him for eternity My pearled silk gown is hanging Tomorrow it would be worn Before the lord, our eyes meet the promise would be sworn From the chapel to the gardens Our entrance would be grand The waxen buds will blossom and our love would be sung

Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Puppy Love at 55 When I am wise, I’ll turn to puppy love With generous doses of truth and innocence, almost no shame … “Her be my gal!” Or “Me gonna marry him, so you jus’ shove!” Sound adorable. Singing, “He is mine. I am his. Gonna get married, take his name.” Gone the days of horse and carriage … some sensuous songs, also silent … At this moment I am not wise, merely older, aged fifty-five; I make amends, enjoy each tomado-love and each new accent; Aware of so much pain, woundings, the living-but-barely-alive So I recall how puppy love felt like fresh air, sunshine, pure We thought the best of belle or beau Time never existed. No bills, diapers, nothing to insure Slobbery kisses on ears, eyes, but unashamed, secure … When I turned a certain age; not so young and not so pure I thought marriage was right: seemed the way to secure Each other in love’s embrace for children, a better future … No regrets! But I gaze at a happy marriage in old pics now. So I say this to all poets, painters, quaint artists, saints and sinners: Start early with puppy love, and never give up on it; Why discuss doubling household incomes, becoming millionaires For such talk puts dollar signs where love was beautifully reflected! The children may yet teach us the ways of innocence But that is the hardest job today: among adult gadgets, to remain puppies That lick, slobber, miss the lips and kiss the eyes or chins And yet without shame, forgetting forbidden fruit, unblinking eyes - (Asking questions about hair, skin, color … hugs galore, even for the different) But as to whether I advocate divorce, May I plead the Fifth Amendment?

Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |

Do you dare to hear this story,
listen to the rant of a cuckold tale
This story will give you nightmares
if your masculinity has begun to fail

Despondent voice of said henpecked man
was recorded secretly at a support group therapy session

He swear he loves his wife,
don't know why he picked up the knife
Says he has a wonderful life,
but something is not quite right
Then he contradicts what he just said,
the reasons why are mixed up in his head
He confess that he just wanted to scare her ...
frighten her bad
But he wasn't too convincing,
she only started to laugh
She commanded him to put the knife down,
then started to throw her 130-pound weight around
Used sex as the ultimate weapon,
said love was going out of town ... indefinitely
He said he begged like never before,
pleading with her to please don't leave out the door
Said she just slapped his pride on the backside,
told him the bank account was gonna take a nosedive
Raised her eyebrows and gave a baleful stare,
then said he was having it too good
He said when she gets to talking like that,
he's learned over time not to say anything back
Letting out a small sigh, he said
he simply becomes a docile little boy
and go sit elsewhere
Says the only time he roars like a lion,
is when she tries to take away his adult toys
Trying to stop him from getting season tickets
is gonna cause him to make a lot of noise
So she just let him be for awhile,
let him calm down ... give him a warm smile
He said being henpecked ain't so bad,
he gets his favorite meal after breaking mad
Yet and still, he seemed kinda sad
Now that the group therapy is over,
he said his wife is gonna come get him
And make a point to remind him
of how he dresses so bad
That he's such a loser, just like her dad

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Dear Love, I Would

By William P. Darnell Sr.

Your lips would make for a gentle kiss.

Your arms would make for a perfect hug. 

Your hand would make a perfect fit for mine.
 
You're the one I would love having beside me now.

You're the one I would want to share my heart and
life with.

I wish I knew what I did to deserve you show up?

Because I would do it again!

©2017 | Creative Essence's Creative Writing ™ | 
William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved. | 
This material may not be republished, rewritten 
or redistributed without the permission of the author. | 
Year Posted 2005
|

Copyright © William Darnell Sr. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Cast me not away
Ye gentle soul, my love
Lead me to the beach
Where our love began and bloomed
Cradle my fragile wrists
In your strong and loving grip
Call me yours again
Bid me to you and I shall yield
Few hours to the vow
To be yours and only yours

I long to see you so
I long to hear you coo my name
Upon my pillows I lay
With tender thoughts of you and me
Uncountable wishes
My gentle heart
I melt into my satin sheets
A man for me
A bride to be
My wishes never end

Alas, I hear of your trip back to town
My finest dress of lace I wear
Fingers groomed
Hair tamed
A scent unforgettable shall steal your heart away
I lean against my window so
Knowing my gate shall be your path
I wave my hands
You smile so bright
And then the story continues to roll


By Sylvia Chika
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Copyright © Sylvia Chika | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
It’s not the movie ticket and popcorn
he paid for on our first date that
made me like him.

It’s not the necklace he put around 
my neck on our 1 year anniversary that
made me love him.

It’s not the ring he slipped on my finger 
when I said yes as he stood from his knee to kiss me that
made me realize I wanted to spend eternity with him.

It’s the way he kisses me good morning and 
the way he always kisses me goodnight that
made me realize I never want to take on life with anyone else

Copyright © Morgan Hacker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
The Unsevered Bond

The rings of our past..
linger within our very being.

when African American
palms brushed the touch of 
America’s broad horizon,

people cast their opinions, 
cast their judgement, with
one slight glance over the shoulder.

The beautiful people..
with potential seeded in their palms,
with their rings of gold.. 
emanating an unfamiliar bond;

the people with eyes of 
brown; from the spirals 
of the wise Acacia Tree.

The ones native to the sunrise
on a bronze savanna,

their marital bond be 
profound..
the love for one another, stretching deep
within the roots of 
their very souls,

Beyond the War of May 9th
1865, be the elephants triumphant 
cries for peace,

the sleeping Lion’s subtle grunts
for compassion and strength of the country,

a Giraffe’s hooves drumming forlornly..
that be symbolic of the rest of applauds
and beating hearts.. that are foretold to come.

molten gold..
of true love.
interlocked as one hand 
and one soul,

With the gunfire
ablaze in the sky line,
where downy clouds 
are suppose to rain.

with glaring artillery 
to scorn the ground... with its
lashes of hate,

Where their be armed men,
there be hurt behind their
cold eyes..
that throbs with suppressed tears
diluted by fear.

if a simple difference can walk in and sever 
our bond so quickly, it's not the difference that walked in,
it's the cracks in the society itself, that have just begun
to show themselves.

the African Americans were the light 
and we tried to decimate it..
because the light was a foreign body to us.

Consumed with hurt we were..
it seeped, then throbbed.. with the 
wound of hate,

but our Countries wounds were 
to easily prodded, too sensitive to be 
touched by change’s

radical ways.

The rings of gold once parted
when met with the eyes of the South..

when envy stirred and corrupted 
within them, 
they tried to sever the rings of love..
or prompted them to act upon their
desire to be with one another..

to only hurt and pressure in the end
or use their gain towards profit.. 
 

by the affliction of pain and labor,
and yet the remains of the two rings 
were gone.. 

the bond still lingered on.. through 
War, 

and after Gunfire came the 
marriage our country bore..

The marriage of African Americans
and a new country

 born.

Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
A delicate blue Daisy
Nestled between roses of pink and cream,
Held firm by pink love-in-the-mist,
Green foliage and tiny gypsophila.
Stems bound in hessian and ribbon.
Something blue in her bridal bouquet.

17th June 2017

Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017